From Farm to Fortune, or, Only a Farmer's Daughter — page 22: what you’re looking at

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three weeks ago from _our home in the =, country!” “4 “Oh, come off!” said the officer, turning to : scowl at the boy. “Dat’s all very foine, but * — it don’t go wid Moike O’Flarrity.”’ been for you I’d have knocked him silly,” said Bert, scowling back at his captor. ___ between us. I intended to knock him down and then run away with her.” “Sure, dat’s jush wot I t’ought,” said the 4 _ officer promptly; ‘ ‘attempting to kidnap a _ gurrul in broad daylight and right in me beat, the impudent shpalpeen !” é 3 “Well, I guess you can let him go, can't q you, officer?” asked the superintendent coax- ingly. , _ _“Not on yer loife!” was the reply. “Wot . ’ud the capting say to me? Faith, an’ it’s to the station-house I’ll tak’ him, and let the _s argent dale wid him!” “And you let that villain escape while “you arrested a boy!” cried Marion, half cry- . ‘ing. “Oh, my poor little sister! Will I ever ; find Her?” “ry, “Why don’t you ask them at headquarters to send out a general alarm, miss?” asked ‘the superintendent as the officer strode on, | half dragging Bert along with him. _ Marion’s eyes flew open in unbounded ) surprise. | “Why, I never thought of that,” she said -delightedly, oy! came here all alone to look for my sister!” “Well, you've got lots of courage,” _ marked the superintendent, staring at her. 4 ; “Poor Bert! I am so sorry for him!” cried Marion in distress. “To think he should have been on the «very verge of pescuing Dollie when he got arrested!” They'll help you at headquarters,” said the superintendent kindly, as he wrote some "directions on a piece of paper. “Will you keep this address and give it Sto Bert when he comes back?” asked Marion, as she scribbled the name of the hotel where - she had spent the night. Certainly, miss, and I’ll do more,” said phe gentleman smiling; “I’ll go around to peciaton-house at. once and try to get Te- 4s _ + , ‘ — Me: MY QUEEN. “It’s truth just the same, and if it hadn't © ay _ was trying to speak to Dollie and he stepped 19 him out. I think I know a way to outwit that brutal officer.”’ Marion thanked him warmly and then started uptown, but before she could make her visit to headquarters conscientiously she felt that she ought to do a little thinking. “YT beg your pardon, miss, but | think there is a pickpocket following you!”’ A gentlemanly voice spoke almost in Mar-- ion’s ear as she walked along, with her eyes bent on the sidewalk. The young girl looked up suits and saw a gentleman at her side. He had spoken so quietly that his sudden news did not alarm her. Marion turned and saw a slouching figure skulking swiftly around the corner, and then she also noticed that she had lost her way, she was no longer on the Bowery. “I have nothing that he could steal, but I thank you just the same,” she glanced up at the aristocratic looking stranger who was gazing at her admiringly. “It is a bad neighborhood for well-dressed people, particularly ladies,” said the young man, smiling. “These thugs would knock you down and steal your pocket-book in a jiffy. 39 “How dreadful!” said Marion, clutching Miss Gray’s beautiful purse a bit tighter; “but [ am afraid I have lost my way, I am going to Police Headquarters.” _ The young man looked surprised, but he answered very pleasantly: “You haves indeed, but I can soon set you right. I am bound for that neighbor- hood myself, and-will be glad to escort you if you will allow me.” 7 Marion looked up at him shyly before she answered. As their eyes met she blushed deeply with a delicious sensation of pleasure. He was smiling down at her so sweetly and with such honest admiration that her heart went out to him instantly—she knew that she could trust him. CHAPT HRabs. THE PICTURE ON THE POSTER. ~My dear Miss Marlowe, I would je eee tell the Chief of Police COMIC HOO SEO) she said politely, as _ ffl